seconds have their own life but few pay attention to them.
1, 2, 3, 4.
the heartbeat resembles the ongoing debate between sacred
and profane,
some philosophers would argue.
but let’s make some use of time now.
I am slow in my delivery, on purpose.
I never quite listen to people who rush to tell me what to do.
I normally slow down to make a point.
one of the best news I’ve ever heard
came out recently:
Umakant Mishra, an Indian postman was accused of stealing
less than $1 in 1984,
has been cleared by a court after nearly 350 court hearings
over 29 years.
I find his testimony meaningful: “I had to sell my house in Kanpur,
then I had to sell my land in Hardoi district. I went bankrupt.”
he did various odd jobs to support his family and fight
the legal battle and was supported by his relatives
who helped him and provided him with shelter.
here is a man for whom time only proved that truth mattered
more than anything else.
here is a man who spent 29 years and a fortune to prove
a $1 truth.
God is often understood as the most patient Person ever
– annoyingly so – of microsecond precision
in keeping everything from happening at once – which is eternity.
and that, I believe, is because time is not only a line from A to B,
but a chance, a gift to glance eternity and know the truth.
patience and time may do more than strength or passion but
all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us,
following that old man’s advice, Gandalf.
it’s Advent again, a season of slowing down for something greater
to come,
a season which reminds us that only time makes waiting possible
and possibly rewarding.
04.11.2013, Petrica Bistran